The King Heard Voices

Yeah, this one sound crispy
 Ayy yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof,
 My bullets got glass tips
 My guns are so big that they dislocate hips
 Slipped disc leave 'em
 Mangled like gorillas in the mist
 And your rib cage get caved like
 You was punched with an iron fist
 Twisted, mind state's evil genius
 And my wordplay sauté right up
 With the meanest slang
 I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye
 Got your check wetter than
 The hands of the pool guy
 Who am I? I'm Mister GFK
 First to set it off, last to run away
 I don't play, I'm a menace,
 Fear like the dentist
 Real street nigga, y
 Yu hear it in every sentence
 Whether Ghost or Dennis,
 I'm a legend in the hood
 The Wallabee Champs
 Still up to no good
 Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle
 Of Guinness
 And have your bitch suck me
 Off 'til the beer is finished
 Far inside my drifting head
 The stories that I ever read
 They take me there
 (This sound like I'm in a horror fuckin' church
 Or somethin' right now)
 Far inside my drifting head
 The stories that I ever read
 They take me there (Uh-huh)
 Greatness is nothin', I'm like the next Nike ad
 Define me bad, I bring all hell like wifey mad
 My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock
 Loud pack rap, hear it from 'bout half a block
 End up the scatter shop, murder is the case still
 You get your face booked for a couple face bills
 The love is fake but the hate's real
 And where were they before the deal?
 I'm sayin', fuck how they feel
 Lean on 'em, it's just routine on 'em
 Call 'em supreme,
 My team ballin', the cream callin'
 Ain't no mistakin' 'em,
 Maybe prayin', I'm stakin' 'em
 Racin' to stay on pace with 'em,
 Paper chasin', I'm raking in
 Blake Griffin how I slam,
 Straight spittin' that piff
 The bass kick,
 Straight lift 'em out the stands
 Made man hunger more,
 it's like a stomach raw
 My lines shine on the mic
 Like chrome twenty-fours
 Far inside my drifting head
 The stories that I ever read
 They take me there
 (This some horror shit, wild shit, yeah)
 Far inside my drifting head
 The stories that I ever read
 They take me there
 Don't get dunked over beef
 Like some marinade
 Life's a masquerade,
 I put on a mask and raid
 I smack a rapper like
 I'm slappin' on some aftershave
 There's a wide line between
 Bbein' brave and actin' brave
 Used to be up on the train bangin'
 Jack of Spades
 Now these groupies want the
 D like a passing grade
 Don't get it twisted like
 My daughter Allie's braids
 Keep on talkin', that shit'll
 Get your casket laid
 You ain't a dealer, you fakin'
 You flippin' bricks, you a mason
 But peep it, you don't keep
 It a secret when hands shakin'
 Your army march slow
 'Cause the CZAR flows bizarro
 Like Superman's arch foe, it's actually Lex
 Well I'm actually grabbin' and
 Slappin' the back of your neck
 For comin' out your face,
 I make 'em apes while you run in place
 Another victim bar like I got 'em lots of prison
 But the stuff I'm kickin' ain't
 Corrupted like the justice system
 Black riddle feelin' trapped in America
 'Cause the cops should've been Captain America
 With that iron, man, they put you in the dirt or frying pan
 With no body cam, another body, damn
 Another senseless act of violence triggered
 By the easily triggered long arm of the law
 In other news, Kim Kardashian's thieves
 Have disappeared in Tiger's woods.
 Now, let's get back to the real shit